Fox's Glade White Shadows

He sucks in a breath at her questioning, pausing a beat before he can draw up an answer for her. My family was grieving when I left them, He admits softly; he's not proud of it, but he can't change the past now. They'd already lost my father and my brother. But there's... really no good time to leave someone, I think. His mind flashes to Zamael, to Delight, and his chest aches for both of them.
We can't change the past anyway, He continues, trying to ignore the way the words twist in his guts like a knife. It's the truth, so he doesn't know why it hurts to say it. All we can do is try to move forward — it doesn't matter anymore if the things we did back then were right or wrong. It's done now.